I will never ski, this much I know. But I can claim to have enjoyed snow on one occasion. It was on a trip to the Arctic wastes of Greenland, a journey that involved a series of flights, a helicopter ride and sled pulled by huskies over frozen sea ice. The best thing about being in this spot 90 miles inside the Arctic Circle was not that there was to be no skiing, snowboarding or bobsleighing, but that I was there to play golf in the inaugural Arctic Open golf tournament. At last, a proper use for frozen precipitation in a granular form.